An embedded soul in the night sky.
My life constantly evolves in many wonderful ways.
A letter to my daughter:
I never thought I would experience unique love which derives from motherhood. It’s a different kind of love and is exclusively available in the Universe. We are all part of of it, creating a wholesome mosaic which consists of miniature elements.
I belong to a highly sensitive, empathetic and extremely receptive group of creatures on this Earth who cannot decide if it’s a curse or a gift to be very perceptive to feelings, sounds, smells and surroundings. My imagination runs high helping me with creativity, my anxiety often kills me with exhaustion of constant worries and my heart breaks into milion tiny pieces seeing others suffering. I mould, shape and live my life the best I can. It has been enriched by you. You are a hard work Munchkin but I would do everything to make you smile. When you had your injections, I cried with you, the…
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I open the door… off I go… I go back to my inner- self. The nature is calling me, I want to abandon the necessities of existence and embrace the simplicity of my own immaculately woven world- made of intricate loops joined together in a chain of bitter happiness.
Is anxiety a curse or a gift? Maybe both. I was born this way, cursed or gifted? Incurable disease- they would call it many years ago, they would lock you up in the mental institution for being different? What has changed now? The fact that you are different, you can shape it and mould it the way you like. If you look for an affordable mental counseling from the government you won’t receive it unless you are border line suicidal. Cutting costs, you are just a number in the system. Shape it, mould it, live it.
I refuse to obey social and cultural customs
I make my own rules
I follow them
I cherish them
Nobody can change my thinking
Nobody can change me as a person
I’m the master of my own revolution
Sweet like Hell
Bitter like Heaven
Chocolate mousse like mixture overflowing my brain.
My mind holds so many twisted pictures. I adore to release them because it makes me realise how special and unique my mind is. Someone would call it insanity… I call it therapeutic reality 😊
So what ?
Derangement, my dearest friend of all, my 6th sense, my awkwardness, my last breath- you stimulate my creativity and open the gates to the other dimension only available to ‘chosen’.
Simple but lovely picture which stimulates imagination.
The little Bib climbed up the flower stalk and saw a big giant eating cheesy, crunchy and frozen cookie socks. He snatched them from the giant and ran down the green plant stalk. The little Bib went back into his house and ground the cookie socks in to colourful dust. He felt extremely tired but he still decided to climb back up the flower stalk. When he reached the top he sprinkled the dust all over the plant. The flowers changed their colours and became brighter and more vivid. Petals were shiny , soft pink and beaming blue. The funny occurrence scared the giant, who had suffered from indigestion, and as a result of that he sadly exploded. His remains turned into compost and fertilised the surrounding forest. The little Bib lived happily ever after with a beautiful plant by his house.